Battle

The man pulled the handle from his walking stick, revealing a Wand.

Harry clutched the Prophecy Orb to his chest. Judging by the man's attire, he had to be a Death Eater. Back at Riddle's Graveyard, those Death Eaters had looked just like this.

The man seemed utterly unconcerned. He casually hooked the mask with his Wand, and it immediately dissolved into green smoke.

"Lucius?" Harry recognized him at a glance. That signature blond hair and that infuriating expression were far too distinctive.

The group tightened their grip on their Wands and aimed them at Lucius.

Even the head of the Malfoy Family had come. The Death Eaters who had come this time could not be ordinary ones!

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. How delightful to meet you here."

Lucius did not immediately look ready for a fight. Instead, he began speaking in a strangely mocking tone.

Harry had never had a good impression of him. Lucius had publicly humiliated the Weasley family more than once, and Arthur Weasley had nearly fought him.

They might have been good friends with Draco, but they still judged Draco separately from his father.

"Call out all your companions, Lucius!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Lucius shook his head unconcernedly. "I truly don't think we need to be so hostile. All I want is that little crystal ball. Once I have it, I'll leave, and everyone will be happy."

Voldemort had given Lucius a mission: retrieve the Prophecy Orb that recorded that prophecy from years ago.

As far as he was concerned, he only needed to complete the task the Dark Lord had assigned him. There was no need for him to fight Harry Potter and a group of students.

"Keep dreaming." Harry looked at him coldly.

Suddenly, an odd laugh came from behind Lucius.